Angus found Edward sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through the morning's mail.
"What's on your mind?" Edward asked.
"If I go along with this, if I go, do you and Simone have plans? I mean, do you honestly want to watch the babies and keep an ear out for the boys, or shall I perhaps ask..." Edward looked up at him.
"When have I ever refused you? We chose to live here so we can be part of your children's lives, so they know what it's like to have good parents and grandparents both--to give them what I could not give you. This, what little we do to help you, is more important to me than you realize. The only thing I would not drop and set aside to do for them is if I had to choose between them and you. I would always come for you before I would even rescue myself. You know that."
"I do," Angus said, as Edward motioned him to sit. Angus sat down at the table, and Edward looked at him.
"Leave them all here. We've got it. We love doing it, and we would never be anywhere else. Your nerves are raw," Edward told him. "Seeing that casket was not at all good for you, Boy."
"I'll..."
"Hear me out," Edward said. "I know you don't want to go. Hell, anyone who has seen your face knows you don't want to go."
"The fight is here."
"Yes. It is. But think a moment. If you've just finished a hot battle, what's the first thing you do?"
"Move on to the next."
"No. That's not the first thing any of us do. We all take a breath. We stop--and we breathe. We look around and assess where the hell we are and what's going on around us because we need to gain perspective and see what's happened while we've been fighting for our lives. That's how we know if we have someone else to take on, or if someone is hiding in the shadows, if a teammate needs us, or if we're clear."
"Are you saying that's wrong?"
"Not at all. It's vital to fighting, to being able to do what you and I and the others do and stay alive. Consider, my dear boy, that this is all this two day break is. It's a breath. Just a breath. A glance around you. A few seconds in the middle of the action so that you don't race into the fire and fall on your sword when it isn't at all necessary."
"And if someone dies because of me while I'm effing around? What if its you? What if its Simone? What if..."
"What if nothing happens at all? Angus, you cannot own this because this is not your fault--not at all. The ones that are responsible for this are Tom and Suzanne...."
"Everyone I've cared about--except you. They've all died..."
"Now, that," Edward cut him off. folding his hand over Angus's, "is that little boy within that is still wounded. Your grandmother. Your parents. And some of the others. I'm not going anywhere. Neither is anyone else. Ruby's still here, and so are your children. You have a wonderful life, and the people that are important are right here and very much alive. Tell me, and answer me honestly. What are you feeling?"
"Nothing."
"Not true. Think."
"Tired. I'm so damned tired."
"Now, that is truth," Edward said. "Trauma is bloody exhausting. Not physically, but mentally--it drains you, and you can't think. Emotionally--and you can't feel. Spiritually--and you feel like God has utterly abandoned you in a complete wasteland. You can go through the motions of sleeping and eating, and you don't feel any damned better."
"Pretty much," Angus said.
"You're getting very wise advice. Listen to them. Stay a couple days. If you need more, stay longer. If you need me, I'll come. I've told Evan already that you're coming. Go see him. He's good for you, and you're awesome for him."
"Edward,..." Angus began.
"Say it. Whatever it is."
"Tuscany was never a sanctuary for me like it is for you. It was you. It was always you."
"And I'm right here. It's just a breath. that's all it is. Take it--for them." Angus was silent a moment, thinking, and then he nodded. He got up and left the table and went back to the duplex.
"So, you're good," Marcus surmised, shoving several packs of cigarettes in Angus' bag and zipping it up.
"Yeah. Yeah, of course we're good," Angus said. Marcus went over, got Angus's coat, and handed it to him, and then looked in at Edward.
"You want us to bring the babies to you?" Marcus called.
"No. I'm coming in just one moment," Edward said. "You lot ready to go?"
"Yeah," Marcus said.
"You call me if you need me," Edward said.
"We'll be fine. Its only two days," Marcus smiled. "Thanks."
"No, thank you. You lot take care of him. Evan's expecting you."
"Got it," Marcus nodded. He looked at Aria, Angus and Ruby as he picked up his bag and Angus's. "Shall we?"
When they landed in Tuscany, Angus knew his winter coat was going to be entirely too warm here. For now, he walked to the main house, opened the door, and went in, like he'd done millions of times before. He hadn't taken more than a few steps into the foyer when Evan walked into the foyer. He saw Angus, and, wisely, didn't say a word. He just walked over to Angus and wrapped him in a strong, close hug.
"I'm glad to see you," Evan looked at him and smiled. "Hi, Ruby. Hi, Marcus and Aria. Thanks for bringing him home. Make yourselves at home. Rosaria freshened up the room right across the hall from Angus's for you and Aria, Marcus. And, she's making some sort of tea for you. I think she's serving it in Gran's sitting room."
"You probably haven't been in there," Angus said.
"It was one of her favorite rooms in the house. Go down the hallway, past Edward's office, and its right next door to it--the last door on the left."
"It's very pink," Angus said, "But it's also got the softest, most comfortable furniture in the house."
"MInd if I steal my brother away for a little?" Evan asked.
"Where will you be?"
"Billiards room. Other hallway..." Evan began.
"I know where it is," Marcus said.
"I'll be the bodyguard for awhile," Evan said. "You enjoy some tea with the ladies. Just for a little, huh?"
"It's fine," Angus told Marcus
"If you don't leave that room--period."
"We won't. You have my word." Evan looked at Angus. "Come with me. I put a fresh keg on tap, and you're going to like this one. It's a porter with a lovely malt flavor. Let's go pull a couple of proper pints." He put his arm around Angus' shoulder and headed for the billiards room.
"I guess I'm supposed to drink tea with the ladies," Marcus laughed.